Two weeks ago, we lost a close family member. Not COVID-19, but an affliction that took his breath away.
Read moreIs My Hometown Back?
New York is a ghost-town
No, it isn’t
It’s boarded-up
No, it isn’t
A Letter From Pakistan
We got hit before Pakistan. I am talking about the Coronavirus. January 21st now seems so long ago,
Read moreWhen It’s Over, The First Thing I Plan to do . . .
The ambulance sirens are wailing, first distant, then louder, then distant again. Another victim fighting for his life. Her life? After the Coronavirus epidemic ends, the first thing I plan to do is give my children and grandchildren a grateful hug; and my daughters-in-law. In person. Not an emoji.
Read moreThe Moment I Dread
My hands trembled as I ended the call. Someone I didn’t know had died. But what gave me palpitation was hearing of the pain his wife endured while her husband was hospitalized.
She couldn’t be with him.
Coping with Coronavirus: CokeCorona
Boy, what I wouldn’t give for a Coke right now. In a smooth glass bottle shaped perfectly for my hand. Cold. I haven't allowed myself a Coke in years.
Read moreZoomed Out
“It’s a good thing we get along,” I said to my husband. Think of it: cooped up in an apartment—small apartment—all day, all afternoon, all evening, all night; day after day; week after week; we could easily enter the conflict zone. One room: he wants to watch the news on TV, I want to read in a quiet space.
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